Summer Lovin’

It was spring when we met.
Phone calls, online chats, a blind date at Chili’s.

Two days before the first day of summer?
“Want to get married?”
“You know it!”
And it began.

A whirlwind of planning, moving, jobs, and babies.
And here we are 8 years later.

Please, God, just take them outside.
I have work to do, anyway.
Plus, it’s hot. I hate the hot.

After they fall asleep, we sit in silence.
Phones and laptops buzzing with updates.

We fall in to bed.
A quick “G’night” to seal the day
as we fall into a hurried slumber
fingers crossed that no one wakes in the night
to jolt us from the warmth of the sheets.

Glamorous? No.
It’s messy and loud and chaotic.

But when I look at you?
Muscles glistening with hot summer sweat
Chin covered in the perfect length of almost-gray stubble
Children using you as a human jungle gym?

Sizzle.

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Read more sizzling poems from my friends:

Baking in a Tornado’s Summer Sun Sizzle

Measurements of Merriment with Sizzle, Sizzle, Pop, Boom…BANG!

The Bergham Chronicles with Snap, Crackle, Sizzle

Spatulas on Parade with You Make me Melt

On the Border with Sizzle Fizzled

 

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